Monday, November 05, 2007

Give 'em hell, Bro!

People, it's time to show some solidarity with our writer pals out in Hollywood. My lil bro (he of the nominated for-an-Emmy-but-lost-to-Justin-Timberlake fame) is a Hollywood writer on strike. Doesn't he look so down on his luck? Soon he'll have to pawn that I-phone and start eating baked beans out of a can like a true hobo. Joking aside, these talented writers are the the only thing standing between us and a world of 24 hour a day shitsville reality programming, so honk if you love quality writing!

Things on the knitting front have been picking up after a very looong October. Apparently all I need to do to guarantee that I will not actually finish any socks is to sign up for an event dedicated to sock completion: Socktoberfest. I enjoyed seeing everyone else's socks but didn't manage to finish a pair myself.My trip to Chicago was just what the doctor ordered: an utter blast. Did I go to Loopy Yarnsand get my grubby hands on some Malabrigo? Why, yes I did! Did I buy so much yarn at that joint that they gave me my very own cloth bag to carry it home in because their regular bag was too flimsy to hold it all? Why, yes they did!Pictured below you see some Malabrigo, some Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock and Worsted (hooray four supporting Chicago yarn tourism!) and of course some Koigu, which we will file under the coals-to-Newcastle category.While in Chicago I visited the Chicago Cultural Center which was having an exhibit entitled the Hyperbolic Crocheted Coral Reef. It was an actual yarn coral reef that crocheters all over the world have contributed to in an effort to draw attention to this great vanishing natural wonder. Check it out, it is one of the most stupendous fiber art installations I've ever seen.And of course I went here:Because I am utterly powerless when confronted with any combination of the words 'snack' and 'shop'!

41 comments:

Whoohoo, I'm probably going to Chicago later this year. I'll definitely be stopping at Loopy Yarns (where they'll no doubt give me my own cloth bag), and then maybe revive myself with a snack at the Artist's Snack Shop, because yes, who can resist?

Last night before we heard that the writer's were on strike, we were enjoying our new favorite show (big bang theory) and falling of the couch laughing and blown away that anyone could write something so funny. Needless to say, when the news came on and we heard about the strike, we were very sympathetic.

Did you wave to me? Come to think of it, I was in that area this weekend, so we may have passed each other on the street! I was the weird one with the handdome husband and a thought balloon of "YARN!" over my head.

You picked a great weekend for a visit -- the weather was gorgeous. I love the cultural center; last time I was there they had an exhibit of teapots!

I'm so rootin' for the writers. Like there isn't enough crap reality tv on already - if the ratio gets any more unbalanced, I may turn into a DVDaholic. (Which, by the time this is all over, will hopefully kick more residuals towards the writers!)

I can't believe Blogger is actually going to let me leave a comment here. Blogger can be so evil. I love your comparison about the coals to Newcastle. Got a little koigu, eh? Does it have its own room? I love all those reds!

Power to the people, or writers. If it weren't for the boob tube my husband and I might never see each other. Bring back our quality time! I hope the writers get what they want! Goodness knows there has to be enough money to go around.

The coral reef was hilarious. And who doesn't love the words snack and shop especially when they appear together.

This issue of Fine Cooking has got to be one of the best don't you think. Pancakes and crackers and beef, oh my.

Holy shit - nice freaking yarn haul:) Way to get them to upgrade to cloth - that's dedication:) I must get to Chicago for some yarn hunting - looks quite impressive.Solidarity to your brother - I can watch re-runs all day until they get what they need - good luck to their Union!